A Master's
life seems always in danger.
  It's
not just a joke You said.
You
often laugh at Your supreme job.
A
Master, a "garbage collector,"
Actually
mean the same.
No
one really understands
How
much You suffer,
Because
You never give us the chance.
You
try to fix our broken hearts,
Entertain
Your beloved ones
As much as You can.
Yet
now You suffer again.
You
name Yourself, Ching Hai (Pure Ocean),
It
seems that the love You give
And
the sins You take, like the ocean,
Will
never come to an end.
There's
no other rescue
Unless
we begin
To
love every creature that God creates
Until
the end.
There's
no other rescue,
Except
love is the only way.
From
now on,
Perhaps
we'll feel Your pain.
Take
this love medicine, Master.
Let
us pray to God
To
allow us to share it with You!
◆ By
Sister Initiate Weilin Hsu, Taipei, Formosa |